The Last Train Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty
The Last Train
The destination
Could I change?
For you turned up not!
For the desert thirst throttled
Turns my heart
For petrifies my browsing feet!
For pupil in the starring eyes
Shrinks and shrivels
For ice turns
The blood in my frigid veins.
The last beggar is snoring high
Far off the plat form
Swirling smog at light post
Marks the last train.
Hands of the wrist watch
Still move in time.
The willow o wisp in the palm beach
Recedes to replace
The polestar
Off the horizon
Shut are the doors
Of near and dear
Come have the results on.
What is the destination?
What is the destiny either.
Who wrote it?
Did you?
I love to board on last trains of my dearest souls, I know I would never make it. Thanks Sir.
What is the destination? What is the destiny either. Who wrote it? Did you? ....Destiny a big question........... you hve very well pictured it dear poet. The polestar Off the horizon. thank you. tony
Hi Binaya, Very deep and poignant poem “The willow o wisp in the palm beach Recedes to replace The polestar Off the horizon” wonderful expression..
Thanks rev sir for your kind comments and inspiration.Please keep blessings on me Regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 3:52:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Who wrote the destiny? Nice thought.
Thanks for a nice remark.